Clouds that compute - see my cover photo!
and as I move my undead mind from the left of the table to the right of the fan that hit something not a while ago,
22 mutual friends are off careening into 'Book land, where inanity abounds, things I can't comprehend take place,
and my sweet teeth yearn for some Belgian Chocolate;
there's a different drummer here, but I think the bassist's better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem